Woebot
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There's a passage in Mark Fishers truly stunning Sioxsie/Goth piece:
http://k-punk.abstractdynamics.org/archives/005622.html
where he remarks:
"Siouxsie and Jones' embracing of their objectality testifies to the fact that there is a scopic drive that cult studs whining about 'being reduced to an object' has always ignored: the exhibitionist drive to be seen."
Which brought to mind this tableau i saw on holiday and wanted to mention here. I was sitting on the beach (see attached holiday snap) when motoring into the bay came this small but quite well-appointed cruiser (or Gin Palace as my brother and I used to call them, dont know if its a widespread term).
Atop steering the boat were two smart young italian men.
While on the foredeck lay almost like slices of prosciutto these two fantastic-looking bikini clad girls.
Structurally the whole situation was (as ive already described it) a perfect "tableau". It was as though the ostentation/desire/scopic drive was staged with such perfection.
But what really struck me was how intensely complicit the women were in the creation of this visual feast. They weren't aghast about being wheeled semi-clad into this sandy harbour, they were really relishing and co-engineering the fantastic spectacle of excess.
http://k-punk.abstractdynamics.org/archives/005622.html
where he remarks:
"Siouxsie and Jones' embracing of their objectality testifies to the fact that there is a scopic drive that cult studs whining about 'being reduced to an object' has always ignored: the exhibitionist drive to be seen."
Which brought to mind this tableau i saw on holiday and wanted to mention here. I was sitting on the beach (see attached holiday snap) when motoring into the bay came this small but quite well-appointed cruiser (or Gin Palace as my brother and I used to call them, dont know if its a widespread term).
Atop steering the boat were two smart young italian men.
While on the foredeck lay almost like slices of prosciutto these two fantastic-looking bikini clad girls.
Structurally the whole situation was (as ive already described it) a perfect "tableau". It was as though the ostentation/desire/scopic drive was staged with such perfection.
But what really struck me was how intensely complicit the women were in the creation of this visual feast. They weren't aghast about being wheeled semi-clad into this sandy harbour, they were really relishing and co-engineering the fantastic spectacle of excess.